He had no doubt that the other person's finger just now was just a casual move without any effect at all. Otherwise, if the other party wanted to kill him, it would be as easy as squeezing an insect to death.

He couldn't understand how such a terrifying guy could appear in this ruins, but right now, he couldn't think too much about it, his life was in his hands.

"I, I don't know about Lin Xiao. I haven't seen him before. I just came here a few days ago. I just couldn't see Taishan. Please forgive me, sir."

Xiong Bing said tremblingly, in the face of death, everyone will be afraid, and he is no exception.

"I haven't seen it before, so forget it!"

The Eight Saints shook his head and raised his feet.

Suddenly, Xiong Bing secretly breathed a sigh of relief, his palms were covered with sweat and his heart was beating fast. Finally, he saved his life.

However, the next moment, the Eight Saint Son's feet just lifted up and suddenly fell down again.

Snap!

Xiong Bing's head exploded instantly, like an exploding watermelon, with pieces of flesh flying everywhere.

Immediately, the people around him couldn't help but let out a cry of surprise, their faces turned earth-colored, and they didn't dare to express their anger.

No one thought that a genius master of the beast tribe would be trampled on his head and die tragically on the spot.

What a cruel method!

Turning around, the Eight Saint Sons glanced at everyone. Immediately, everyone couldn't help but shudder. Their bodies and minds were shaking violently. They couldn't help but huddle together, and chills ran out of their hearts.

At this moment, it was as if the God of Death was staring at them. Everyone held their breath and did not dare to breathe out.

They have no doubt that the other party can wipe them out with a wave of their hands.

"Who among you has seen Lin Xiao? Where has he gone?"

The Eight Saint Son's indifferent gaze swept towards everyone, but it made people feel as if they were being stared at by a poisonous snake, as if falling into an ice cave, and the hairs on their hair stood on end.

Everyone lowered their heads, not daring to look into each other's eyes. For a moment, no one dared to speak.

"Since you don't know, then let's all die!"

As he said that, the Eight Saints' eyes turned cold and he was about to take action.

"Wait, I, I know."

Suddenly, a young man said in a trembling voice. Originally, he did not dare to speak out for fear that he would be silenced if he did, but now he had to speak out and decided to give it a try.

"Oh? When did you meet him? Where did he go?"

The Eight Saint Sons looked at the young man.

"About a month ago, that fire mark was left by him, and he walked in that direction!"

The young man spoke truthfully and pointed in a certain direction.

Hearing this, the Eight Saint Sons walked aside and noticed a scorched black mark hundreds of meters long, with a hint of sword intent remaining.

The seemingly invisible sword intent appeared dark purple in the eyes of the Eight Saints, causing the corner of his mouth to curl up, "The death sword intent is a bit interesting..."

Whoosh!

The next moment, the Eight Saint Sons flashed and disappeared from the spot.

call!!

Everyone exhaled a long breath in unison, and many people's bodies went limp and collapsed directly on the ground, sweating profusely, panting, and even worse, they fainted from fear.

Just now, they seemed to have escaped from the gate of hell. This feeling that life and death depended only on each other's thoughts left a shadow of fear to many people.

"Who is that guy? How scary!"

"Holy Sect, when did such a number one person appear? Could it be the Holy Son of the Holy Sect?"

"I don't know, but the feeling of oppression this guy gives me is much stronger than that of the leader of our beast tribe! Is this guy really a contestant?"

Many people felt frightened and had a feeling of being left behind. The other party was not only terrifying in strength, but also cruel in methods. They had no doubt that if someone had not told him the news, they would all be dead.

"That person, is he looking for Lin Xiao?"

"Who is Lin Xiao?"

"Whoever he is, he doesn't have to look for us. I would rather give up than meet this person again..."

Some people directly choose to leave here to prevent the other party from returning, even if they give up the opportunity here.

Whoosh!

After parting ways with Murong Shi and his entourage, Lin Xiao traveled quickly, looking for opportunities.

In the blink of an eye, three days passed, but nothing was found.

In the following days, Lin Xiao looked for opportunities while stopping to consolidate his sword intent.

It is worth mentioning that after absorbing a large number of undead, the Soul-Swallowing Sword did not break through to the level of God, but it was relatively close.

On this day, Lin Xiao was sitting cross-legged on a mountain peak, and the death sword intent spread out. As he held his hand, it quickly condensed into a gorgeous dark purple sword.

Then, with a thought, the long sword condensed again, reducing its size by half, and then compressed again...

Finally, the sword intention condensed into a wisp of sword energy, as thick as a hair.

"Death Sword Qi!"

A hint of curvature appeared at the corner of Lin Xiao's mouth. After these days of continuous attempts, he has become more comfortable in controlling the Death Sword Intent, and the methods he can use are more diverse.

Speaking of which, his Sword Intent is slow to enter the Tao. Now he is almost at the Nascent Soul Realm. He has just entered the Tao. The Hinayana Sword Intent is comparable to the first-order original Xiao Cheng. Of course, the Death Sword Intent is special and is more powerful than Xiao Cheng.

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"We must improve the Death Sword Intent as soon as possible!"
Chapter completed!